Pilachi_Sketch [ BLOG ]

I need a break from computers.

We have decided unanimously [and thats just me]… Focus Features is by far, the reigning heavy-weight champion of film makers in what has become, well… what hollywood has become.

We now go to the video store and search the spines of the titles on the wall to seek out that little grey-box-graphic at the top: Focus Features. It is like betting on a horse; or what I would imagine betting on a horse would be like for people wedded to cliches. I don’t gamble… and catch phrases are not really my thing.

More importantly… it is really a blessing to tell the story as plainly as it needs to be told.

Thank you Focus Features, for making this another great evening at home. Did I say home. I meant… well, home.

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I really am not a brand whore, so this is not a plug. I just feel that it is important to give credit where credit is due. Last week we watched “the Ice [something]“, “broken flowers”… and tonight we took the risk on “Call on Me.”

It was a great end to a good day.

If I write 56 words a minute, does that make me fast? And if I fast does that mean I choose hunger by choice? And if I choose it, does it make me more empowered? And with power, does that mean that this effort will be successful? Hey wait a minute… what is the measure of success in this particular undertaking? Oh yes… 56 words a minute.

Is that a goal though? 56 words? And shouldn’t I be more ambitious… aim for, lets say… 56 words in 5 minutes! No, let us not get ahead of ourselves. Small steps. Read more

I have been asked repeatedly, not to put our private and inner-most-selves online for public scrutiny; yet I find myself here again, facing the inner-most-truth, that I am most honest with that inner-most-self, through the expressed word.

We emerge from our greatest collaborative success to date with the sensation of the harmatan… that dense cloud of particulate dust, so fine that you cannot see it permeate your airwaves, so thick that you cannot escape its embrace… so heavy, that it settles upon you with neither forewarning nor recollection in a period of neither reticence nor forgetting. So much for honesty and clarity. Read more

After a whirlwind year, I am pleased to announce the launch of our first full fledged, all encompassing publication: Collaboration in Action [ Launch Date 27 November 2007, Accra Ghana ]–commissioned by the European Union.

On the heels of a successful publication for UNICEF called “In a Clean Ghana,” the pre-cursor to Pilachi Limited [aka me] was contacted by the European Commission Delegation in Ghana, to submit a bid for the largest communication contract to be awarded by the European Union in Africa.

The competition was fierce, including the leading communication firms in the world: McKann Erikson, Loewe Lintas, MMRS Ogilvy, and the three leading communication firms in Ghana… then me [the dark horse if ever there was one].

This opportunity could not be scoffed at; and certainly it meant taking myself a little bit more seriously than you may bear witness to in my writing. Read more

And with that, she began to walk: at 3:23 in the afternoon. As always.

Her pace was brisk and measured; her breath just short of fantastic. Her heart, racing only with itself, grew increasingly aware of its relentless thump: that hollowing thud, followed only by a vacuuous murmur.

Quilted, she found herself unable to unravel the tapestry that now shielded her from pain. But, oh such sweet and symphonic pain [if only the fading recollection of warmth would begin to illuminate what was now becoming a numbing addiction to repetitive searching]: would that unrelenting, fleeting vibrance, not be felt again for just one more afternoon?

The crisp wind shattered any illusion of warmth, presented by the constant gaze, from the distant gall of flame and cinder; drifting–as always–further and further away, with the spindles of the thickening brush.

Beads of sweat assembled for the fall.

Unknown to the longings of her heart, nor the pangs of their adjacent loins, her pace quickened; as the light–as always–drifted further.

The movement was almost over.

“If you had all the money in the world and could do anything you want, what would you do?” This is what SIR asked me very early in our relationship.

Not that there has ever been anything improper, to justify my pause in syntax. Honorable is more than a word; and relationship does not begin to describe my gratitude.

Again, I paraphrase.

I found myself without a sufficient answer, bumbling through descriptions of light, whim and fancy; not ever truly understanding nor appreciating the limitation of my knowledge; especially not of the things that really matter.

“What would you do?”

Quite frankly, this is it. Read more